The Billionaires’ Prize (The Heiress Merger #2)

24. Katherine

24

KATHERINE

This garden is straight out of my dreams, full of interesting plants and unique pots, intricate structures and private spaces. Lights twinkle in the twilight, beckoning me to explore.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The air smells earthy and green with the slightest hint of floral. But it’s the gurgling fountain that transports me far away from the city.

King guides me past a privacy hedge to a pergola. The space is more like a secret room walled off from prying eyes.

My shoulders relax, dropping from my ears, and a little more of my tension ebbs. I could get used to this. A little voice whispers through my mind, you should.

I move to the other side of the low-slung table to get a closer look at a container of colorful succulents.

The vibrator suddenly pulses to life, and I suck in a breath, eyes flicking to King.

“Here?” I ask. My brain’s a little fuzzy from the wine. Is he teasing me again? Working me into a lather only to turn this thing off and leave me wanting?

He settles onto the sectional and crosses one ankle over his other knee. His phone hangs from his fingertips, giving him the look of being relaxed. The man is sin in slacks.

“How many times can you come in ten minutes?”

“Ten—” My nerves start to hum. I grip my skirt, needing something to hang onto as the toy teases me.

He can’t be serious.

But he increases the intensity, and I give myself over to the pleasure. It’s forbidden and delicious standing here with his gaze on me. I never knew my bestie was a voyeur. But as I bite my lower lip, he follows the movement and continues his survey south. He likes what he sees. Likes watching. Likes directing.

He holds my gaze, not letting me look away. “I figure we have at least that long before someone comes looking.”

How is he so confident? Like life is all some grand plan of his design?

Seriously. Where was this man hiding all these years? And why is this new side of him so freaking addictive?

I glance around to make sure there aren’t any cameras to witness this. There’s not so much as a window in sight.

Thank goodness, because the fluffy skirt might hide what’s going on south of the border, but my nipples are on high beam.

King swipes his thumb across his phone, and the vibration intensifies again. I snap my thighs together, a whimper building in my throat. It’s too good. Those consistent pulses hit all the right spots.

I didn’t think I could come standing up with no support, but I’m afraid to move. My muscles tighten, knees locking as my world narrows to the sensations of the little wireless vibrator.

“You’re so damned beautiful.”

His praise makes me smile but also ache. Part of me insists this is all some fabulous dream. How could it be real life to get what you’ve always wanted deep in your heart? Just handed over to you.

“Come for me, Wildfire.” His voice is low, barely above a whisper.

“Are you teasing me?” I ask, breathless. I don’t want to move a muscle. “Don’t stop.”

“Not a chance.”

He does the opposite, turning the dial up.

The purr grows louder as the vibe thrashes wickedly in my pussy. A heartbeat passes, and the clit stimulator whirs to life. My orgasm hits so fast I barely have time to moan my pleasure before I’m flying over the edge.

“Oh—” I bite back my exclamation, pressing a hand over my mouth.

Swaying, I ride out my climax.

And the man in control gives a soft, lusty moan that makes my toes curl. I want to curl up in his lap and do that again. And then another time, with no clothes between us.

He turns the power down to a faint throb, and my knees give. I slump down onto the edge of the outdoor sofa, sucking in several deep breaths.

“Wow.”

“I take it you like your present.” He smirks.

I nod because there’s no use denying it. My cheeks are hot, my chest flushed, my bones liquid.

“Again.” He growls the word, shifting in my direction as he thumbs the screen.

The toy hums between my legs. My god. I’m barely over the first orgasm, and he’s shooting me toward another.

I squirm atop the cushion, trying to find just the right position. Ultimately, I settle for half reclined, half sitting, spreading my legs just enough for the clit wand to do its thing. My eyes shutter, and I block out all the sights and sounds around me as I chase my next high.

He turns up the clit stimulation, and my stomach swoops. Then I’m flying. Exploding. Spiraling out through the cosmos with no return trip, and I. Don’t. Care.

Somehow, during the cataclysm, I have just enough brain power to bite my lower lip and stifle my moans of pleasure.

When my body reassembles, King is next to me, his arm stretched along the cushion behind my shoulders. I sink back, relishing the look in his eyes. He’s pleased with himself.

And with me.

“Good?”

I nod.

He reaches for his phone and slows the vibrations to a stop. I close my eyes, so ridiculously turned on by how thoughtful he is. How he knows me so well and brings my fantasies to life.

“You make me so fucking hard, Kat,” he whispers.

I shift, leaning closer to him, and slide a hand up his thigh. His muscles tense beneath my palm, and he traps my fingers beneath his.

“Not now. Not here. But later. As much as I love the idea of my cum dripping down your thighs, I don’t know that I could convince you to go downstairs and act like nothing happened.”

His words make me tingle all over. His eyes are shadowed, but I feel his attention like a caress. Across my breasts, my nipples, lower across my belly before it stops at the juncture of my thighs.

“Your blush would give you away, wouldn’t it? That, and your sexy little ass squirming around on my mother’s fancy dining chairs. You’d leave a wet spot.”

“Kingston!”

He was right to call me wildfire because right now, my skin feels like it could start a blaze of epic proportions.

“Too much?”

Is it? It’s not anything I haven’t heard before. Maybe not from him and not directed toward me, but his raw honesty is delicious. More than that, it’s contagious.

I shake my head. “Just right.”

He gives a low growl, the planes of his chest rising as he sucks in and holds a breath. Then, after a shaky exhale, he murmurs, “Later, I’m going to strip you out of that preppy little cardigan and peel off this gorgeous dress.”

I like the sound of that and moan my agreement.

“Then I’m going to replace that toy with my cock and make you come again.” He closes the distance to my ear, and I shiver as he whispers, “And you won’t have to stay quiet.”

I squeeze his thigh because I’m totally on board with his plan. Just as soon as I can walk again.